Rain (Gimme 3)

“Owen,” she sighs, deepening the kiss and rolling her hips and asking for more.

Chapter 3

Casey

I know that I’m breaking every rule I’ve ever had when it comes to men, but I don’t care. I want him. My body shakes with unrelenting need. From the second our eyes met, I knew I wanted him to be the one to take my virginity.

It’s pure luck that I still have it at twenty-one. Whether it’s good or bad luck is how you look at it. I dodged a bullet with an ex, so to me, it worked out for the best. He was a total douchebag who didn’t deserve it, but none of that matters because it’s going to be given to this man tonight. And whether he deserves it or not is irrelevant because I deserve to be satisfied and I know in my soul that this man can sate me.

“Take me home and fuck me,” I tell him, being bolder than I’d ever thought I could be.

“First you’re going to come for me,” he growls. The rain pours leaving us alone, but the thought of him making me come in public only amplified the pulsing between my legs.

His rough, large hands slide under my yoga pants, cupping my ass then one calloused palm moves around to the front. I lean back, giving him room to please me. His thick digits brush my curls then one slips inside my tight slit.

I bite my bottom lip, leaning my head on his shoulder as my body comes alive with every thrust of his finger.

As I get closer, I look up into his greenish-brown eyes and see he’s equally ready to come by touching me. “Owen, my god, I’m going to come.”

“That’s what I want. You’re going to come for me.”

“Can I touch it?” I practically beg. He nods unsteadily.

“Fuck,” he groans as my hand slides over his huge cock. I need more I have to feel it, but I can’t unbuckle his belt.

“No, baby. I’m already going to come in my damn pants. I promise when we get back to the house, you can touch it all you want.”

“Do you promise? Can I play with it before you take me?” Who has taken over my body and my mind? I’ve never been this forward.

“I can’t wait to see your hands or your tiny hand or your parted, plump lips wrapped around it.” I clench around his thick finger.

“Tell me. Has anyone had my pussy?” he asks.

“I’m still a virgin,” I admit.

“Not for long.” His mouth slams against mine, roughly parting my lips and slipping his tongue inside, thrusting it like he’s doing with his finger.

I cry out, moaning wildly. With a growl, he whispers against my jaw. “Tonight I’m going to tear your sweet cunt apart. Do you want to be fucked hard and deep by me?”

“Yes, yes, Owen,” I shout, coming as he cups my pussy.

“That’s it. Fuck, stroke me, baby. I’m going to fucking come too,” he demands. I rub him through the pants, feeling him stiffening up as he comes as well. Our mouths crash together as we kiss through our orgasms. Panting, I pull back. A heated stain of embarrassment hits my face. I can’t believe how dirty he made me with just his touch.

My head drops to his heaving chest, trying to catch my breath. “I can’t believe we just did that,” I pant.

“Me either. The thought of anyone else hearing your sweet cries as you come for me pisses me off.”

Instead of being bothered by his territoriality, I’m turned on by it, but I do feel a little embarrassed myself. “I doubt anyone could hear me through this rain,” I mutter, hoping that that’s true.

“Fuck, it needs to stop before I lose all control and fuck my baby into you right here. You deserve better.”

“I don’t think I could do that again so soon.” Not that I’ve ever come before in the first place. That was intense.

“I plan on making you come at least two more times. Once with your pussy riding my face and the other when I steal your innocence and treasure it for my own.” He crashes his lips to mine again, catching the gasp from my throat. My pussy clenches with his promise, shamelessly soaking his hand that’s still cupping my core.

“Damn it, you’re getting me all wet all over again.” His lips make a burning path along my jaw to my ear then lower, nipping on my pulse. “Baby, I like you like that.”

He flexes his finger inside of me, and I squeeze my walls around it. I nod, choking on the way my body bends to his will.

“I like it too.” He pulls it out and brings it to his mouth sucking my juices off his fingers. “Damn, I might not be able to wait until we get home to have you on my face.” I moan and squeeze my legs around his, aching for that promise of wicked passion. “The rain is starting to let up.”